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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 18, 2011 22:57:56 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dean had left Sam at the hotel for a little bit, Dean needed to get a away for a while. Dean was still was in shock with Sam being back in all, and Dean had not eating anything at all the that day, so he thought he might get out and get a bite to eat. Dean was driving in the Impala making his way to the town grill, Dean had been there a time or two and loved the food, but Dean always loved food so it didn’t matter much were he went. He just didn’t know right now how the food might sit with him, he was still freaking out that his brother was really here!
Sam was still acting like it was no big deal that he was back here, he seemed like he was in no pain, wasn’t freaking out at all, he didn’t even remember hell at all. Or so Sam tells Dean anyway, Dean didn’t know what to do, but all he could do was try to go on and make this work out as best he could out of all this. Dean still didn’t know how he was going to tell Castile or Lisa for even that matter, and most of all he still needed to call Bobby and tell him the deal. He has been busy with Rufus on a lot of hunting job, Dean hasn’t seen him since he moved to Virginia with Ben and Lisa. Dean didn’t want to bother Bobby anyway he knew he was getting tired of the Heaven and Hell stuff, he was more about the little jobs now, so Dean didn’t really want to call him in less he would have to.
Dean had finally made it to the grill, so he parked the Impala and got to go inside to get food. Dean walked in to the grill and found himself a table, he picked up the menu to what he might be getting to eat. His stomach still seemed a bit queasy with everything going on so he really didn’t know what he had wanted just yet.
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Post by bells on Aug 18, 2011 23:20:05 GMT -6
--------------------- ---------------------It was Bela's second night alive and she'd decided to celebrate being back. After asking several people from around town where she could go to get a drink, she landed herself here. Sure it wasn't exactly the bar that she'd been picturing but it would have to do. In this small of a town there weren't many choices so she made due with what she was given. Besides she wasn't really that picky about where she went, she just wanted to go somewhere that served alcohol. Deep down she knew that she should have eaten something when she'd gotten here, but instead she just ordered a beer. Since she'd been back the only thing she'd eaten was a ding dong out of a vending machine. She wasn't doing it on purpose, she just honestly hadn't really been hungry. So skipping the dinner, she ordered a beer. Originally she'd asked for a martini, but the bartender had looked at her like she'd said something in another language so she quickly changed her order.
Nine beers later, she was regretting the choice to not have dinner first. The alcohol had caught up with her and she was beginning to get dizzy. It was kind of a nice feeling in a way, as it showed her that she really was alive and this wasn't just a dream. However, the feeling at the pit of her stomach was definitely not a nice feeling. It was grumbling as if she was hungry, but she knew that she could definitely not handle food right now.
People had attempted to talk to her while she'd been at the bar, men mostly. Trying to adjust back into being human, she hadn't really responded and had more or less ignored them all. Every now and then she would have flashbacks of hell which would render her immobile momentarily. When she bounced back was when she would order a new beer, trying to drown out the memories. She knew that soon she would have to try and figure out why she'd been brought back. There had to be a catch, there was always a catch with this kind of thing.
The dizziness getting the best of her, she decided that she would get some fresh air by walking home. Sadly she remembered her Mercedes that she'd had before she died, she'd loved that car. To her the car represented money and class, two things she constantly tried to upkeep.
Sliding off her stool, the bartender asked her if she was driving. Nodding her said no, she told him that she was walking back to her motel. When he asked her how far away it was, she simply ignored him and began walking towards the exit. As she scooted around a table, she stumbled due to being so dizzy and ended up falling onto a man's lap of whom had been sitting at the table. "I'm sorry, so so very sorry" Her words were slightly slurred as she spoke. Standing up, she leaned against a support beam next to the table and turned around to face the man. As she turned, her face immediately dropped and her eyes lost their glow.
Dean Winchester. "Bloody hell" She exclaimed, seeing that he was the man she'd fallen on. What were the chances? Suddenly she put two and two together and wondered what he had to do with her coming back, if anything. Though it was certainly no coincidence that she'd been brought back in the same town that Dean was currently in. Still leaning against the beam, she hurriedly turned around and attempted to begin walking to wards the exit. Dean was the last person she wanted to see right, he hated her.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 21, 2011 0:50:07 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - This place was so packed and Dean was starving, this sucks he really didn’t want to leave Sam at some for long. He wasn’t exactly him anymore, well for now anyway in till Jess can find a cure to get it back. Dean just hoped it didn’t take forever he really wanted his brother Sammy back, it pretty much was almost like Dean didn’t even have a brother. So this was pretty much just a tease for Dean wanting his bother back but cant have him. Dean all ready felt so alone with having to leave Lisa and Ben at home, but Dean had to do this if he wanted to keep them safe.
The hunting life is not something that Dean really wants to do for the rest of his life. His mom and dad died because of it and Sam is pretty gone in his own mind. Dean more then anything wishes he could just be at home with Lisa and Ben talking care of them. But he had to do this to keep them safe, this town was dangerous and Dean had to hunt other wise Ben and Lisa weren’t safe at any cost. Maybe Hopefully one day Dean could live a normal life, and not always have to stay in shitty motels and eat bad fast food. Oh how Dean misses Him and Lisa’s bed and Lisa home cooked meals. Oh Dean can dream.
As Dean was standing there the line had not moved much,Dean really didn’t feel like waiting. Dean was a very inpatient when it came to things like this, wasn’t much for waiting at all. Then as Dean was standing there he saw some drunk girl that caught his eye. Dean didn’t mean to stare but there was something about her that seem familiar to him. He notice her walking out very fast which made Dean even more suspicious about her, so he fallowed her to see what her deal was. Great just what Dean wanted to deal with a fucking Demon right now, most likely that is what she was. Dean walked out the door trying to catch to her, then When Dean was behind her he yelled, “Hey excuse me can I ask you something miss?” said Dean waiting for her to turn around.
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Post by bells on Aug 22, 2011 21:40:41 GMT -6
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Damn it, not only had he noticed her but he was now following her outside the building. Currently unarmed she certainly hoped that this wasn't going to turn into a sparring match. It hadn't really ever before, but with Bela you never knew what was coming next. Plus, alcohol was in the mix, this would certainly be interesting. She had tried not to get involved, trying to leave before he seen it was her. The thief knew that seeing him and talking to him would only cause problems for the both of them. Dean knew that she'd been killed so if he didn't have anything to do with her being brought back, he'd more than likely believe she was working for the devil or something. It wasn't true but how was he supposed to know that? It wasn't as if he would believe her even if she was telling the truth.
Hesitantly, she stopped in her tracks. Her mind was fluttering about with hundreds of thoughts and possibilities, not knowing what would be best to do in this situation. Finally the alcohol took over and she basically just decided to wing it. "Dean Winchester." Her British accent heavy, she was sure that he'd recognize her voice. It was extremely distinct and they'd known each other for awhile. After saying this she turned around so she could face him, wheeling around on her heels. Now facing him, she allowed a sexy smile to slide across her delicate features. She had never had any interest in Dean, it was simply her nature to flirt. "Fancy seeing you here." She didn't slur as she spoke but it could definitely be seen that she was pretty drunk.
In this light, Dean was actually quite attractive. However, she'd always had more of a liking for his brother Sam. For some reason Sam had always been a fancy of hers, though why she never knew. After all he was the quieter, more sensitive one and that was definitely not Bela's type. No matter, she knew nothing would come of her fancy and decided to leave the subject alone. Right now, she was trying to focus her blurred vision on Dean. Her vision was so bad that it seemed like she was seeing doubles of everything. Wanting to lay down and pass out she hoped that this visit wouldn't take too long.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 23, 2011 0:25:27 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean stood there waiting for her to turn around, He just couldn’t put his finger on who it was yet but knew that he had met the girl before. It was kind of dark yet foggy outside which had made it a bit hard to see anything at all. Dean could tell the girl was drunk by the way she was standing there, she almost looked like she was having trouble staying up were she stood. She almost seemed to sacred to turn around and face him, but finely she was turning around and Dean could see who it really was.
“it Cant be… I mean you are dead.” Said Dean. there was no way it could really be her she was dead, But with Sam being back in all anything was really possible now. But how could she really be here? There was no way it was real, but it was Bela Talbot live and in the flesh and she looked like nothing had ever happen to her at all. Dean was in shock the one bitch that he hated more then anything was standing right in front of him, Dean looked at her with so much hate in his eyes and said “oh no not you again, I thought the hellhounds made you into there chew toy and killed you. How in gods name are you even here, you get out on good behavior or something Bela?”
Dean made sure his gun was close to him which it was as always, so he wasn’t to worried with Bela sneaky ass he would like to see her try something. This really did make Dean wonder what was going on, first Sam is back and now Bela what the hell was going on here anyway. Why is Hell just letting people walk right out anyway, it just didn’t make since that all to Dean. “you know Bela there is one sliver lining to all this, Now I get to kill you! But first why don’t you tell me why the hell you are here anyway and now!” said Dean waiting to her what excuse this bitch had this time.
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Post by bells on Aug 23, 2011 11:08:34 GMT -6
------------------------------------------Well wasn't he just being flat out rude. He couldn't even ask her if she was okay, how she'd been, how was hell, nothing? It seemed as if Dean's manners had gone to hell along with her! Then again he'd never had any so it didn't really make him seem much different. "Obviously I'm not dead Dean, get with the program." As she said this, her eyes glared into his. He hated her but she hated him just as much if not more. Okay so maybe not more actually. It seemed like he hated her more than anyone he'd ever known before, which was ridiculous. She'd never done anything that terrible to them and the last time she'd seen him she'd given him ten thousand dollars as a thank you! So what the hell!
Listening to him speak she walked closer to him, holding her hands up to signal that she was unarmed. Now closer she grabbed for his hand, looking to his eyes first to see if she could. Hesitantly she raised his hand to her chest so he could feel her heart beating. "They did kill me. But obviously, not good enough eh?" Letting his hand go she took a step back and then leaned back against the building wall now that they were outside. "I doubt it was good behavior. You don't really have 'behavior' in hell. Your tortured constantly, and that's about it." As she said this her eyes showed her pain, her emotional scars that she'd gotten from all of the torment and torture in hell. Her stomach was beginning to feel a bit woozy and she really began to hope that she wasn't about to throw up.
When he spoke of a silver lining her eyes lit up, before she heard him say it was that he could kill her. Dean had always wanted to kill her and she'd known that, that was why she'd been trying to walk away from him in the first place. "I don't know Dean. Really. I just got back, I have no clue why. And if your going to kill me, do it now because I think I'm going to heave..." Her British accent was heavy as she spoke, as it had always been. Her eyes matched his and would not leave his until he either killed her, or left. Right now she had about half a minute, maybe one minute before she threw up in this alley. Hopefully he'd make a decision before then she wasn't trying to hang out in this alley all damned night.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 24, 2011 2:21:44 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean hated Bela all she ever was for Sam and Dean was a pain in their asses, she made so much trouble for them more times then they could count. First she stole the rabbits foot and almost got Sam killed, then took Dean winning loto tickets, and took the one thing they needed the most, The colt. That is not even all stuff she had done, that was just the majority of it. Dean knew that if Bela was here something really bad was brewing, god only knows what that could be, or in her case the Devil.
She was right about one thing, you are torched contently in hell. Dean would know. He took so much torture from Alistair he didn’t ever think it was going to end, over and over Alistair would rip Dean apart till he was no more. Then magically Dean would be put back together piece by piece just so he could start all over again. That is in till Dean gave in a couldn’t take no more. Dean hates himself everyday for being weak and saying yes, and he feel bad everyday for all the souls he had to give pain to. Dean then wondered, did bela give in too like him? It was something Dean really wanted to know. “Yeah torture does get old don’t it bela, so did you ever give into torturing other souls to take away your own pain?” Asked Dean.
Dean could tell she was in shock and sacred when Dean said he was going to kill her, hell he almost felt bad for her. But he wasn’t going to let her because Dean all ready knew that was part of her game. “What you mean you don’t know why? So what happen the Bela you just appeared somewhere then?” Asked Dean. He then began to wonder, most the time when you don’t know why you are here it was because of Angels brought you back. But why would the angels ever need to bring Bela Tabot back? It just didn’t make a whole lot of sense at all, Dean knew one thing he was going to get to the bottom of why she was here. The last thing Sam and Dean need it her shit.
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Post by bells on Aug 25, 2011 21:42:37 GMT -6
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Bela had done a lot of nasty things to Dean and his brother Sam but right now, she didn't feel like paying for them. The ex-thief still didn't know whom had brought her back or why and it was starting to piss her off. What the hell, you'd think that who ever did it would come forth. Obviously they'd want something from her, so why weren't they asking for it? The waiting game was killing her and she was beginning to not be able to take it. It was taking a pretty large toll on her, hopefully who ever it had been would come forth soon.
Dean's question froze her, and she wondered if he had said yes. Sure Bela had been asked but surprisingly, she had never said yes. He was Dean Winchester, surely he hadn't said yes and tortured other souls. If Bela could hold out, Dean surely did as well. Though she also knew that even if it was the truth, Dean would never believe that she'd never said yes. He would obviously assume that she was lying and would think that she had broken down and done it right away. Though she knew he wouldn't believe her, she decided that she would tell him the truth anyways. This was mostly due to the fact that she was extremely drunk and on the breach of throwing up right now.
"No, I didn't, not that you'd believe me anyways." As she said this she looked at the ground and noticed that it was spinning. "Why do you even ask?" She then asked a question of her own, her British accent extremely thick as she spoke. God he was speaking again? "Pretty much." She answered to his last question, which she'd answered truthfully yet again. Bela noticed that she'd never been this truthful with Dean since she'd met him, she didn't like it. As she waited to hear what he would rant about next, she slid down the wall and sat on the ground. She was in a dress, but she didn't care. Curling sideways, she sat with her head propped up on one hand looking like she was about to pass out. Why had she drank so much? It wasn't smart at all. Who knew what was out here in this town. Obviously it was a strange town or she wouldn't have been brought back here. Lord knows that Dean wouldn't help her so she only hoped that she'd be okay here for a little while.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Aug 28, 2011 22:40:39 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean knew he need to calm down he didn’t need a drunk girl freaking out and making a seen, he then wanted to know what she remembered from hell? Maybe she knew why everyone was just coming back all the sudden, like Sam being back from hell with no soul]. Maybe she had heard talk about them having his soul? So Dean might want to calm down if he wants Bela to corporate with him about anything. But Dean might not want to get Bela to involved, just see what maybe he can find out if anything.
Dean knew Jess was on the case but it didn’t help to find out more info, Dean was getting disparate and tired of waiting all this time for answers, he wanted Sam back to normal and soon. He was tired of having his brother but not really having his brother, it was more like tease seeing someone that wasn’t really them. Dean was getting sick of it and didn’t know how much more he could really take with it all. He just hopes Jess finds an answer and soon, if not Dean is lost on what to do for Sam.
Dean could tell Bela was really wasted but at the same time he was keeping close watch on her, he remembered she was good at faking that sort of thing. At the party when they had to go for to get the hand of glory, Dean remembers how well she was at faking it then. So it really wouldn’t surprised him at all if she was doing this to save her ass. Dean then wondered what hell she was going to do next now that she is back, “So what is next for Bela Talbot now that you have been giving a second chance?” asked Dean.
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Post by bells on Aug 30, 2011 20:16:21 GMT -6
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Bela had endured some pretty terrible things in hell, all of it seemed crystal clear most of the time. That is, when she wasn't drunk off her ass. How anyone could forget about anything that happened in hell she didn't know. The torture both physical and mental was something that she could never forget. It seemed to be burned into her mind, imprinted even. It was the first thing she thought about when she woke up and the last thing she thought about when she went to sleep. When she could sleep that is. Lately sleep had been rare and even when she did sleep, she was awoken several times throughout the night by nightmares of hell. It seemed like even though she had escaped hell somehow, she would never escape the scars it had left on her.
As she thought about all of this Dean's voice seemed to drift away, not that important to her anymore. Right now she didn't want to hear him, didn't care about the negativity that was coming off of him. She had more important things to do then banter with him all night long back and forth. His hatred for her had been made clear and she knew it, so why did he need to keep saying? Either kill her or shut up. At least, that was how she felt about it. To Bela she absolutely couldn't stand it when people threatened but never acted. In a way, it almost seemed like Dean never truly wanted to kill her. If he did, she would most likely have been dead already. He'd proven himself to be a legendary hunter. If he wanted Bela in the ground, she'd had been there long before the hell hounds came to take her away.
Finally it seemed like he was loosening up a bit, finally asking her something that wasn't full of negativity. Honestly though she didn't know what was next for her. "I don't know Dean. I'm really in no state to be having this conversation." Her stomach was turning in so many different directions that she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep up the conversation without barfing. How attractive she would look, heaving in the alleyway the first time she seen him after the start of her new life. What would she do next? Go back to stealing, breaking into people's apartments and stealing magical artifacts? It had been great while it lasted, but a part of her didn't want the life of the supernatural anymore. This question was not a difficult one to answer and it would be a long time before she really knew.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 1, 2011 4:11:06 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean didn’t even know what to do or say to Bela anymore, even though she seem lost in all this going on to her and acted like she had changed. Dean didn’t know how true that could really be. Dean has had a really bad past with her, it seemed like every time Dean and Sam though about trusting her it was a bad idea all around. But Dean could tell that she didn’t even seem to know why she was there, and she was drunk as hell. To Dean right now that didn’t sound like such a bad idea either, he might just do that Same here in a bit and get drunk.
Dean could tell right now that Bela was wasted, she didn’t even really seem like he was listing to him talk to her right now. Like she wasn’t even really there at all, hell maybe none of this was even real. Na Dean wasn’t that lucky. She then answered Dean finely after a minute or so, she didn’t even seem to know how to answer Dean’s question on the subject. But she was drunk after all so Dean knew he might need to cut her a break, for now anyway! “ok Bela I tell you what, right about now having a drink sounds good why don’t we head inside, chill and talk for a bit. I could really go for a beer and I think you could use come coffee, so what you say I‘m buying?” asked Dean.
Dean really was trying he was going to lay off Bela and talk to her, see if he cant get to know her a little more. Dean never really got to talk to Bela about why she did some of the things she did, mostly because she would never tell him. But when the hellhounds were coming for her, and Dean could tell on the phone she really wanted another chance. So maybe now that she has that chance she will talk to him, she was drunk after all. There has to be some good deep down inside of Bela, Dean just has to find it somewhere, some how.
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Post by bells on Sept 9, 2011 19:57:02 GMT -6
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By the look on his face he wasn't buying everything that she had told him but she had expected that. With their history, she was surprised he hadn't just shot her when he'd seen her no questions asked. Then again, in a way she actually wasn't all that surprised. Dean wasn't exactly a killer, he never had been and she suspected that he never would be. Well he didn't kill humans that is, demons were another story. But Dean knew that he wouldn't want to live his life out with human blood on his hands. However, would it really be that much different than torturing souls in hell? After all those people were in hell, but they had still been human at some point. Where did he draw the line? Right now she didn't care, she just hoped it wasn't with her.
Only moments ago he'd been threatening her and now as he spoke, he was inviting her inside for coffee. More than likely, he had something up his sleeve. Though with Dean it would be impossible to tell just exactly what that is. Maybe he just wanted to talk to her sober, hear what she had to say with a clear mind. Nonetheless coffee sounded good at the moment so she shook her head in agreement. Attempting to stand up she stumbled a bit before regaining her balance and then leaned back against the wall. Everything was spinning at the moment, everything she could see was completely blurry. Then she seen something even worse: two Dean's. It was confirmed, she was definitely quite drunk.
Waiting for him to lead the way, she watched him carefully. Part of her felt like this was some kind of trick. As if maybe, he wanted to get information from her or he wanted her to trust him for some reason. She was intrigued, yet at the same time she was unsettled and nervous. If he tried something she had no way to defend herself. But he wouldn't, would he? If he was going to do something, it would have been out here she decided, not in a public place. Her eyes shifted as they looked him up and down, fully checking him out. Not in a flirting way just in the way that it had been awhile since she'd seen him. After this she met his eyes again and waited for him to go back inside, she didn't want to lead in case she fell.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 12, 2011 0:21:28 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Dean walked into the dinner leading Bela in with him, he found a table and took a seat and sat down. A beer to Dean right now sounded so good, things in life are so crazy its just one thing after another for Dean. First with having to help Sam with having no soul, then worried about Lisa and Ben all the time, and now Bela is back! God only knows what is going to happen to Dean next, just the thought worries Dean to death. Why for once cant some come back that Dean really wants to come back, and with there soul.
Dean then wondered what bela would say if she knew about Sam dying and coming back with no soul, maybe she did all ready know she was in hell with him after all. But Dean was sure being in the cage was way different then were she was at, it was less likely that they crossed paths at all. Dean didn’t even know what to say about Sam having no soul, and was it even smart of him to tell her? Dean might want to wait till he can trust her, if that ever happens that is.
But Bela was good at tacking down things and finding out information, so maybe she could find away to help them. It might just be in Dean’s best interest to tell her about Sam, plus when she meets him she is going to know something is wrong just by how he will act to her. Sam always hated how Bela was but he was never been really mean to her, that was always Dean job. Hell Dean even thinks deep down he might have a bit of a crush on her.
The waitress then came up to the table and asked them what they were going to have, “Ok I will have a beer and she will take a cup of coffee, I think she has had way to much liquor for one night.” Said Dean. The waitress left the table and went to get there drinks, “Man Bela you would not believe the shit that has happed since you have left, life has really been nuts!” Said Dean.
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Post by bells on Sept 12, 2011 10:48:36 GMT -6
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The newly human woman followed Dean into the bar, noticing how hot he was while she watched him. Dean had always been hot but on the other hand, Bela had always despised him as well. Their personalities seemed to clash more than she'd ever clashed with anyone before. Though she had been pretty evil, she was usually quite charming and polite. Dean on the other hand had almost always been impatient and sometimes rude, though he had his charming moments. Sam on the other hand was the complete opposite of Dean and this is why she believed she'd gotten along better with Sam, though she did shoot him in the shoulder once.
Sam was quieter, more...intellectual, which Bela liked because she considered herself quite intelligent as well. Sometimes Bela had wondered if maybe she'd acted differently, or maybe not shot Sam, if they could have been friends. Sure she was evil but still, when it came down to it she wanted to be good. Now that she'd been reborn she felt as if maybe now she could try to be good. She had stolen some money and clothes when she'd first come back but how could anyone blame her? She certainly couldn't run around Richmond naked and sleep on the streets. Surely the Winchester brothers wouldn't blame her for this deed, how could they?
Dean ordered her a coffee and she looked up at the waitress, giving her a bit of a dirty look. She wasn't really sure why but the waitress had been looking at her oddly, as if she didn't deserve to be here with Dean. It was annoying how woman fawned over him where ever he went, though it happened to Bela quite often as well. Her eyes perked up when he began speaking again so she turned in her seat so that she was facing him. "Care to elaborate?" Bela asked, wanting to know what he meant specifically by 'shit'.
It was then that something hit her all at once. The world had continued to go on while she was in hell.
Sure she had known this, she wasn't an idiot, it just had never really sank in. Now she was wondering what all had changed, how much was different. New inventions that were out, major events in the world that may have happened, if anyone she knew had died or gotten married or anything like that. The last one she didn't really think much could have changed, she only knew a handful of people. Still, she now felt herself wanting to explore and to read, to find out what she had missed. "What have I missed?" She couldn't help but blurt it out, she wanted so badly to know. She also wanted her coffee quite badly as her head continued to spin. Just as she finished that thought the waitress approached the table and set their drinks down, then asking Dean if he needed anything else. Bela would have loved some sugar and cream for her coffee but the waitress didn't seem too interested in her.
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Post by Dean Jonathon Winchester on Sept 16, 2011 4:07:20 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - Bela asked Dean what he meant by shit, Dean didn’t even know what to say or begin on that. Life has been just a downward spiral ever since she left, just one thing after another. Just when Dean thinks life might calm its self down it doesn’t, it just gets ten times worse then what it was before. “Bela I don’t even know were to start, life for me just seems to just keep getting worse and worse. I almost wished that when I died I could have stayed Dead, even though hell was no picnic. But the world is just so crazy with all the Demons and Angels just fighting each other, one apocalypse after another apocalypse give it time and you will wish you would have stayed Dead. I mean sorry I’m just saying earth is nuts man.” Said Dean.
Dean didn’t mean to sound like a downer but it was true, Dean even tried to get out of this crazy life and make a normal one for himself and that didn’t even work out so good. All it did was make him have to go back to work just to keep Lisa and Ben safe, so that didn’t go well at all. Dean picked up his beer and took a big drink of it, he knew that if he was going to tell Bela this story he was going to need it. Bela probably all ready though he was nuts, because last time she was here she had never even seen an Angel. And Dean is just talking about them like they are no big deal.
She asked Dean what she had missed, Dean took one more drink before giving her a serious to tell her. “Well I died and went to hell of course we all knew that would happen, then a freaking Angel brings me back to stop Lilith from breaking 66 seals. Well that didn’t go to well to the point Sam had accidentally raised Lucifer, so we had to fined a way to jam him back in the box. We did eventually to the point that Sam had to go to hell himself, but some how now he is back. But here is the best part for some reason he don’t have a freaking soul! So like I said things are just nuts! But I did try and get out of this crazy life but that didn’t go so well for me.” Said Dean finishing off his beer.
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